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The Dark Night Sky
By Secret_Demon_Dog BRONZE
West St. Paul, Minnesota

The dark night sky With a breeze of cool air Blowing through our hair Darkness everywhere Around you, around me. The dark night sky Holds many things Unknown creatures thr...
Secret_Demon_Dog BRONZE, West St. Paul, Minnesota
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feelings
By Shelbie mathews BRONZE
Shelton, Washington
Shelbie mathews BRONZE, Shelton, Washington
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Hopeful
By Alyssa Vukelich BRONZE
Schoolcraft, Michigan
Alyssa Vukelich BRONZE, Schoolcraft, Michigan
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A Happy Day
By Marika Weisheipl BRONZE
Hayward, Wisconsin
Marika Weisheipl BRONZE, Hayward, Wisconsin
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My Lost Soul
By Secret_Demon_Dog BRONZE
West St. Paul, Minnesota
Secret_Demon_Dog BRONZE, West St. Paul, Minnesota
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Secret Admirer
By CrimsonViper BRONZE
Brooklyn, New York
CrimsonViper BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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Last Dance
By smsilverwolf BRONZE
Ellicott City, Maryland
smsilverwolf BRONZE, Ellicott City, Maryland
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Gratitude
By Rebecca Chhay BRONZE
San Diego, California
Rebecca Chhay BRONZE, San Diego, California
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Caught my smile
By Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD
Portola Valley, California
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
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Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses<br /> I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.<br /> Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves<br /> I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.<br /> <br /> <br /> If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away<br /> my footprints would be pounded in the earth <br /> eternal<br /> If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one<br /> our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge <br /> the wind<br /> Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own<br /> Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel <br /> its birthing roots<br /> If freedom were the word-then I am coming <br /> home.

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Stained glass
By Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD
Portola Valley, California
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses<br /> I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.<br /> Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves<br /> I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.<br /> <br /> <br /> If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away<br /> my footprints would be pounded in the earth <br /> eternal<br /> If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one<br /> our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge <br /> the wind<br /> Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own<br /> Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel <br /> its birthing roots<br /> If freedom were the word-then I am coming <br /> home.

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